What is love? Where is love?
Is it a feeling that you can't describe?
Does it make you man and wife?
Adolescents grow up looking for love
In places that only bring grief
The big blue eyed hunk of the football team
Or the voluptuous beauty queen
Beauty and sex appeal eventually fades
As we all get weary with age
One day we wake up and smell the coffee
To find that the hunk or the beauty is horrid
Because of their nature, which always considers
that only they matter, above any other
So look to yourself to find what you're worth
You're lovely, you're special and sweet as a dove
Love yourself first and then others will see
You're pleasant, you're loving and sweet as can be